Jack Sparrow, the youngest captain on the seven seas, he had his own ship, a small ship, but a ship is a ship. He was cocky and loved to annoy and piss off his oldest crew member, Fitzwilliam P. Dalton III, also called Fitz or by Jack, Fitzy. Jack pretended to have a small crush on his first mate and map reader, Annabella. He loved to play dice games with Jean and Sean and with Tim he normally talked about where to go next.
Jack walked down the stairs to the deck, almost tripping over Jean's cat, or cursed sister, Constance. Jack sighed and gently kicked the cat away, "stupid cursed cat" he said. It was in the middle of the night, he thought he was alone until he saw a dark figure standing near the railing, looking down at the water, Jack moved closer, but he did so slowly, "w-who's there?!" he whimped, "it's me, Jack" Fitzwilliam answered, "oh, it's just you. I knew that" Jack walked up to Fitzwilliam, "sure you did, Jack" he said and sat down, leaning unto the railing, Jack sat down next to him, "why are you out here, Fitzy?" he asked, "I needed some fresh air" Fitzwilliam answered, taking a deep breath and sighed. Fitzwilliam have not been sleeping much lately, Jack knew that because everytime he woke up, he could see that Fitz have not been sleeping, because his bed was clean and not used. Fitzwilliam suddenly fell asleep, Jack looked at him, took a deep breath, now was maybe his only chance, he sat down between Fitzwilliam's legs and undid the aristocrats trousers, he took another deep breath, leaned down and closed his lip around Fitzwilliam's lenght. He moved up and down, closing his eyes and gently continued, he finally opened his eyes and what he saw was horrible, Fitzwilliam was staring at him with wide opened eyes, "J-Jack.. what are you..?" the aristocrat looked terrified, Jack stopped and started to undress, "J-Jack.. Have you been drinking?"Fitzwilliam's voice went from shocked to nervous, Jack sat down on Fitzwilliam and with his right hand, he shoved his crew members lenght into himself, Fitzwilliam gasped, but somehow it felt good, more than it should. Jack moved up and down, forcing Fitzwilliam to close his eyes and moan a little.